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She is Pacific ocean
Tranquil from outside
tumultuous from with in
Shallow it seems from the surface
But deep, very deep it decends
And what things it carry inside
Lively Coral reefs
And Volcanoes
Ready to errupt...
A world that can never be uncovered...
She is a cloud
Floating on air waves
Struggling to find a place
Where it will shower all of its gems
And those won't go wasted
But will reborn the dead soil
And the sleepy seeds
So precious, so full of potentials...!
She is a butterfly
With the heart of an eagle
Standing like a mountain
Against the Tsunamis
That rise when stones are thrown in the sea
Fragile yet very strong...
Emotional but Taciturn...
She is a moon
Having different phases
Which come out to roam every night
To enlight the valleys
To listen to the untold stories
And go back in morning to burry them....
She is light, she is beauty
A food for thought, a key to imaginations
And yes she is a flower
Scared of taking her hands of her face
For she will be cut, put in vase and eventually thrown away
Fate has this in store for flowers
She is but she is not
She exists but she does not
Like stars on a full moon night
She is there, and she is not!
She exists yet she does not...!!
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~Paghunda Zahid
Placed 01 in Brian's J. Select any form any theme poetry contest
I observe the far constellations with the hurry of a passerby;
the lightness of my steps becomes-the shadow of another earthly transient.
Galileo never missed one, he refused to be that cynical astrologer;
his work started an evolution-the age of invention for another earthly transient.
Aristotle had respect for Nature and its creatures, an astute philosopher;
his theories seem so intricate-the pure philosophy of another earthly transient.
World power reflects that of the Roman Empire: belligerent and cruel;
another emperor will reign and become-the image of another earthly transient.
I am the philosopher that no one hears-an unappreciated thinker;
my testimony bears a hard truth that scares all-Am I another earthly transient?
End of the War
And so, it came to past
The end of the longest war
In U.S. history
The war was fought
As all wars are
Based on illusions,
Delusions and greed
Delusions that this time
We would get it right
Successfully build-up
A vibrant, peaceful prosperous
Democratic nation
Forgetting that there had never been
A peaceful prosperous country
In the land of Afghanistan
Forgetting at our peril
The graveyard of empires
The fallen British soldiers
The fallen Russian soldiers
And now the fallen American soldiers
Was the war worth
The trillion of dollars?
Was the war worth
The thousands of dead soldiers?
Will his war be remembering
As just another late imperial
Outreach by a declining world power?
Will the war be remembered
Or will it face
Down the memory hole
Of past disasters?
Do not Push It
I’m like horses do not like the wind today, it is northerly and
The sun, despite shining free of clouds, cannot warm my chilled bones, symbolizing a disconnect between hope and reality that resonates with political disillusionment.
Horses turn their considerable behinds against the wind and keep
My behind is skinny and does not protect my neck, but a scarf offers a quiet reminder of resilience, inspiring hope in the audience.
But a scarf does. I used to have strong fingers, but now they are thin and look.
Like a Bangladesh river delta, and to think there was a time I laughed.
at the face of frost, and if needed, would run bare-chested across
The unfriendliness of the plains of opposite Poles, me, the leader of the pack
And I, the leader of the pack, once met Fidel Castro-an, an icon of dignity, yet his conversations often circled only around himself, a humorous critique of political egos.
God, he was boring —only had one subject — himself.
But I do deviate, I’m only an Argentinean horse adopted illegitimately by
A general major, his wife wanted a foal. The landscape now has a hundred.
Colors of green, but it worries me that if ISIS takes world power, vines will rot on my land, reminding us of fragile stability and shared fears.
Rot on my land, and when they pass on their pick-up trucks, I must wave.
A black, inartistic flag with intelligible writing on it. My wife is the practical one.
Will say: after the Islamists took power in Portugal, my husband finally got
Sober enough to be offered a job as an Imam.
SUCCESS
It isn't perfect outcome grace secures
BUT
The result of excessive stinky failures
It isn't hoping, come better tomorrow
BUT
The will of being strong cum sorrow
It isn't relating cogent reasons to fate
BUT
Bid to keep up with luck, unease's dictate
It isn't gentleman's song: waiting turn
BUT
How madness don't mind crazy burn
It isn't about hardworking all day long
BUT
The shift in risky greed: foaming conge
FAILURE
It isn't trying to please everyone
BUT
Losing yourself chasing in it, fun
It isn't having many sexy friends
BUT
Submitting to one who pretends
It isn't just letting go of worries
BUT
Making hurried decisions in flurries
It isn't all about disappointments
BUT
Lacking productive adjustments
It isn't related to poor background
BUT
Comforting soul idleness crowned
LIFE
Life is of two phases
BOTH
Tease frowned gazes
Life is of peace and war
BOTH
One must gladly explore
Life is of morning and night
BOTH
Its sun and moon meet twilight
Life is of the White and the Black
BOTH
Are hungry of world power to hijack
Life is of ageing truth and infantile lie
BOTH
Are great tools wisdom to live off hell, dye
In ancient times when cruelty abounded, everyone's fate
was controlled by powerful gods who engaged in debate...
deciding where they lived, how they met their death;
today they are similar ones but act with much stealth.
The twenty century was chaotic, bloody and bellicose;
Nazism represented world power, conquest and victory,
and Fascism symbolized the iron hand of ugly tyranny...
Roosevelt and Churchill had a plan to subdue their vice.
Maddened Hitler committed suicide by poison and
Mussolini was hung in Milan; these despised tyrants
faced their final hour enraged by the advancing fiend,
but did they realize the atrocity of their madness?
When men become gods, their morals can sink very low
and by pursuing power, they mock the one who dreams;
and while expanding their evil empire to the extremes,
they gloat over their rivals' wealth--fearing it will grow.
Please take a read
Your greed is making our nation bleed
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
Your hunger and your love for World Power
Is causing men to murder and steal
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
You need to focus and read
About all things that's causing people pockets to empty and bleed
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
It's time you take heed
People are learning how to read
False promises are causing individuals to be unease
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
The British Nation was not only built by the rich and Kings
The Peasant and the lowly labored all day through
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
How disappointed you look as you stand at a distance
Awaiting and Searching for that day
That Hope and Faith will cuddle you too
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings a country no more
Your lies and greed,hunger for POWER has corrupted and destroyed
A nation that was once EMPOWERED by Great Wealth
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
I jealous you no more
Your greed and love for power has now made you very unsure
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
Your petals have withered and your stems bare thorns
Your leaders now wear Horns
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
No man can archive, strive or stand on his own
Maybe it's time you make JESUS your place of home.
New World Order
Moving toward totalitarianism.
Dictatorship, absolute power.
World polluted government.
Globalist agenda.
Shut down the protesters.
Slaves to world power.
Our words are meaningless.
Our opinions don’t even matter.
Selfish supreme rulers.
Ideology.
Corrupt politics.
We the people are locked up in a prison.
Apocalyptic, complete destruction.
Economic disaster.
Control with no limitation.
No place to run.
Fight back our freedom.
Raise your fist in the air.
New World Order.
The false leaders of tomorrow.
The beginnings toward the end.
Our leaders have always been the enemies with sin.
Control the world.
Worship only money and themselves.
Dictating the human raise.
End of days.
Alas! A pandemic on earth;
Spread over the earth like a counterpane
And feasts with no respect for personality.
Has the end come?
What manner of pandemic is this
That humiliated the world powers
And buried the head of idolised humans?
Has the end come?
Alas! A pandemic on earth.
The rich live in fear;
The proud ones became wingless.
Has the end come?
What shall I do to protect myself against thee?
Shall I turn hand washing to ritual?
Shall I humble myself before the creator?
Has the end come?
Alas! A pandemic on earth
Whose effect will soon become history
And trigger man to prepare his life's account.
Has the end come?